I am in love with the ordinary.
The scarred man, not the monstrous dragon,
The widowed woman, not the beautiful elf,
The search for Truth, not for magic.
Fantastical can only be fantastical.
What is the victory in finding the magical chalice when the magical cure saved your best friend...
Can you rise from the ashes of a friend's death to protect someone who caused it?
Ordinary can be extraordinary.
In real life, there are no dragons.
In real life, you face cancer and car crashes, not evil sorcerers.
Is that not the greater victory?
The real world is ugly.
In the real world, evil sometimes wins.
But not for forever.
I love real people.
That do the extraordinary.
Because of an extraordinary God.